6.18 - 20.'09

These last few days have been like a dream. Everything is upside down, inside out.
The water can dilemma. Wanted one. A particular one. Plain metal. Raindrop spout. That's it. Looked for four days. Saw every type of water can. Plastic Plastic Plastic. Painted. Lots of happy colors. Flowers, too. Bleccch! Finally found what I wanted. Cost? $57 and change.. Felt stupid while buying, but it's what I wanted. Feng shui is everything. Everything included is a work of art. Period. Wrote Wrote Wrote.
Stuffed the poblanos w. dirty rice and baked.
Couldn't handle the cost of the water bucket. Took it back. Bought a coconut ice cream bar. Found a gut bucket for 1/3. Took the rest saved and ought a black leather ottoman from a woman who could barely speak english. Snappin'.
Ate two of the stuffed poblanos and soooo good. So dang good!
Had a dream. Future. I met my dad in First Baptist Chuch in Ruston , La. Told him so. He couldn't accept it. Looked for Brother Jimmy. I felt totally calm.
Weird nocturnal gigs to be. Slipped it. Buzzed out, noshed on taquitos, jammed stupid.
Had several moments with Bela that represented true love. We snuggled, and the sounds she made, her physical movements in response, all signified incredible an incredible love shared. A pure love. I am so blessed.
.Basta. -dony

6.17.'09

I gotta find a plain metal water bucket. After ingesting my green stuff, I went to The Great Outdoors. No such luck. However, I did find a cool piece of yard folk art, a very distinctive metal pig with wings. He's chipped up metal black and rusty. Also found a beautiful set of chimes, thin glass, the most beautiful greens, yellows and whites. Got them both on the back porch where they keep me company all the livelong day!. Feng shui is where it's at. Worked on a short story most of the day. Had a great conversation with Jon Sanchez, one of the most gifted guitarists I've ever worked with. Like me, he's big on uniqueness. Either make a statement, or get the fuck off the stage! Glad to know I'm not totally crazy; keyword: totally. Went and saw Charlie Faye, heard some of the new recording I did with Will Sexton. She's a groovy gal, such a sense of style, said she liked my new hirsuteness, sez she likes scruffy men. Well all right then! There's hope for me yet in this Sam Peckinpah phase I've undertaken. She then told me she had a dream the night before where I was recording with Charlie Sexton, well all right then again! Cooked up some turkey augmented dirty rice to stuff into some poblano peppers. Chopped up some fresh green onions, tossed them in the pot, too. Had a long conversation with a once dead negro, another incredibly talented, mofo, Frank Blair. We talked shit and reminisced about our days on the road. I laughed until I hurt. Little bite size pieces of Butterfinger are dangerous to keep around the house in bulk. Just one more little piece before I go to bed... -dony

6.16.09

Days are turning into nights as the quiet and the cool of evenings in Austin are eminently preferable. Bela's frustrated, but father knows best. Got back on a health regimen involving ingesting all sorts of green powders. By mid afternoon my body was humming. The least I can do for a body who's seen its fair share of rock and roll over the years. Tomato plants are growing growing growing. Can't wait to begin harvesting the Better Boys. Met an age old friend, Craloix, at the best Cajun food restaurant in town, Evangeline Cafe, where he treated me to a splendiferous, belated, b'day dinner. We noshed on Oysters Contraband for a starter and I had my normal, chicken and sausage gumbo. Incredible dark roux. And couldn't resist the praline stuffed pistolette, either! A girl was waiting on us who looked like a real Cajun. Short. Dark. Swarthy. Mysterious. When I asked her where she was from she replied, "Nepal." Not the answer I was expecting. You've herd the expression before, "a person's eyes are glittering." In my entire life I've never witnessed such a phenomenon, until today, that is. This woman's eyes literally were glittering. And when she smiled her nose wrinkled. How cute. Did my usual, napped from 8pm until 11pm, then got on with my "day". Worked all night on a new short story that took an unexpected turn (don't they always?!). Took a break to go to HEB and stock up on some fruits and vegetables. Love grocery shopping after 2am. No one is in there. Perfect. Finished the story around half 4. Celebrated with a few glasses of vino rosa, then watched Family Guy on Hulu. Dig their unique brand of sick and twisted. Two things I'll always remember about Bela. when I return to the truck, she's always delighted to see me, especially if I stop short and say, "there's a big black dog in the back of that truck." and when I reach in through the window to scratch her chest, she sits up and grabs my arm with her paw. Uber cute! And I love when she sleeps on her side she will cross her back legs. Such style, such personality she has! Hit the sack with a vengeance before daylight. Done. -dony

6.15.'09

My Mom's b'day. We got to chat for a spell. Me and my mother have always had a very open dialogue. We talk about everything, no subject taboo. I cherish our relationship. My little Blossom. Picked up my vittles from The Soup Peddler. Mac 'n cheese was on it. The brisket was also very good, but the stuffed baked potato salad was knockout!! Hopped onstage with Jodi Adair, the coiled spring in a woman's body. Total frustration with a player who kept taking the safe route, and despite pulling out all the stops to allow him to be free, he simply proved unable. She, however, beguiles me, looking as if she could eat me alive, and I could think of much worse deaths. Next stop was my set with Billy Harvey, OC hisself. I'm always totally transported to another time another place when making music with Billy. Creating with him gives life a more distinct purpose. Astral traveling. Next went over to the Gallery and made some exotic rumps move with David Garza. Much mirth and merriment with the two Jackies! Tina R. stops me dead in my tracks. Hellified woman indeed. Earthy. Soulful. There isn't enough vino rosa in the world.

6.14.09

A freon infused central air unit rocks in 100 degree plus heat! Mrs. Johnson's Donuts are to die for. Go around 9 in the evening when they are pulling fresh glazed ones hot off the line. I'm writing writing writing writing. Back into the second novel, started a new short. Tibetan singing bowls are floating in the air. Stay inside! Beat the heat!! -dony

6.13.'09

Once again, me and the pillows have a lovefest. Farmers Market and I get a passle of fave raves, spanikopita, tamaleo, bela snack. cucumbers. Nap. Hit a glorious stride making music with Jackie Bristow and Jon Sanchez. Magic fills the air... I am so blessed. A Cuban sandwich. Don Rickles makes me fuckin' laugh. Hard. African music is a link and my mind dances. Cucumbers in water, vinegar, sea salt, peppers, and onions, is to die for! Vino Rosa, and I feel good, like I knew... like I knew... -dony

6.11.'09

I'm rounding a new chapter in this whizbang existence, and something is telling me to get my house in order to be able to scale new mountains with very little drag. So, instead of parties and all the raucousness that goes along with these these types of soirees, I've chosen a different tack. On my birthday, and the day after, I washed clothes, folded, hung them. I went through everything I owned, threw stuff out that wasn't in alignment with this new chapter, organized everything to be ready for anything that comes my way. I hugged my dog. A lot! The silence was indeed, delicious. I watered my tomato plants. I cooked a delicious stew of ground turkey, brussel sprouts, corn, onions, mushrooms jalapeno peppers, Vietnamese chili sauce all fresh, made a spinach puree, a pot of basmati, threw it all into a bowl, cajun style. YUM! Also while buying some new ink for my printer, decided to buy myself a b'day present, and went to squeezing pillows. Found the right ones, ironically, ones made for folks who sleep on their stomachs, and for the past two nights I've had the most splendiferous of dreams and the pillows (added to my gaggle of goose downs) have supported me in a way I've never felt. Nirvana, as dreams and sleep become as important as waking these days. Had freon added to the central air unit, and man, my nipples are hard, even in the 100 degree heat that boils outside the house. I busted out the second novel, gearing up for a new onslaught. Something looms, something this way comes.... and I am ready. -dony